Eco-terrorists like Al Gore and Greenpeace claim the argument is won and there is no room for debate. In November, Margaret Beckett said that climate change deniers were like Islamic terrorists and shouldn’t have access to the media.
Well the argument hasn’t been won and when the global economy is fucked, people like Gore and Beckett will be the ones responsible. But that’s what the eco-terrorists want - sandal wearing, bearded, left wing hippies want the world's capitalist economies to collapse to pave the way for a global socialist state. They don’t learn from history, you see. They don’t look at every communist government the world has seen and realise that it just doesn’t work, that there will always be a ruling class and that they—the ones who have shown themselves to be rebellious—will be the first ones against the wall when the inevitable purge happens.
That's right, a pogrom against eco-loons is the one reason for desiring a global socialist state.
If, by the way, you should be desirous of reading my opinion of Margaret Beckett's call for "climate-change deniers" to be denied access to the media, you can find it here.
I have not, up till this point, doled out one of my unpleasant and sexually graphic kickings to Margaret Beckett, the woman so ugly that only the most desperate Catholic priest would wish to abuse her. This is because I try not to think about ugly people too much and, frankly, when they come in the form of Margaret Beckett, even my brain can hardly handle the screaming horror of her hideous physiognomy.
In order to look at a picture of her, I normally take the precaution of polishing up my shield to a high shine and regarding the awful thing in the mirror-like surface, lest I be turned to stone on the spot. Oh, Perseus! If only you had killed all of the Gorgons and we would not now be so afflicted.
But, alas, we are; but luckily, Margaret has at least had the decency to keep relatively quiet. Having totally bollocksed up the Farm Payments at Defra, she was reshuffled to an area where it was thought that she couldn't do any harm, i.e. Foreign Office. The thinking obviously was that, since Toni handles all of our foreign policy anyway, Margaret could sit back and not fuck anything up for a while. Well, she certainly has sat back and, when she is not lecturing American college students on subjects of astonishing fatuity instead of attending important NATO meetings, she has generally kept her fucking visage away from my sight.
Unfortunately, my generosity of spirit in rapprochement for her sparing my poor retinas the trauma of seeing what—for want of a better word—we shall call her "face", has come to an end; this is because she has not only shown her face, but also opened her mouth and words have dropped out of it like Gordo's turds dropping into Polly's gaping maw. Only, instead of having a resident scat-muncher to hoover up the excreta, Beckett has splashed it across a national newspaper.
That sets the general tone, although it was something of a warm-up before your humble Devil really got started...